Saturday, September 26, 2009

Finish Strong

I watched as his feeble arms held on, as tight as he could, to his sons his weak lifeless legs, dangled beneath...i gently swiped the tears away from my eyes as my thoughts wandered to you.

I remember how you told me that day in that cynical yet sweet way that is you that you would rather pass away while still in control of yourself, rather than be dependent on another human being, i remember laughing silently within as i wondered if you believed for once that you held the key to life or death.

I could imagine your fears, you...THE MAIN MAN, strong and independent. You, whose deepest expression for us was the handshake that we've grown used to (we still laugh about it behind your back you know). You fear that the day should come where you'd have to depend on us...this is just to tell need to fear.

We've all had our ups and downs, but our wounds have healed and our pain is forgotten, all that's left is the joy of having you in our lives.

I thank God for you cos because of you, i am strong today, because of you, i am a fighter, because of you, i not only survive but i soar...i owe me to you and each day i tell myself...God gave me you.

So Daddy, no need to fear for tomorrow, cos if God lets you see many more years, and on earth you grow weak and fragile, know that these arms of love would carry you, this heart of mine would love you, this child of yours and all her five siblings would be by you....till the last day.

You have your flaws, yet i would never be who i am today had i not had you as MY FATHER

(To my eccentric, cynical, yet wonderful father - we love you)

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

More than Conquerors

The Beauty of being me,

The one who stands tall,

Me, more than a conqueror.

I do not wield the sword,

Nor do i string the bow,

Sharpen the arrows,

Or even polish the sheaths.

Him it is, who goes before me,

Him it is, who fights the battle,

Wins the war

And shouts the war cry.

And then, after He is done,

He comes to me,

Me...Hmmm...Me...Simple me,

Looks me in the eye

And hands to me, the spoils of war

Ahhh...the beauty of being me

Loved and chosen by Him,

Envied by all the other maidens,

When, through the market place

I walk, adorned with my treasures.

He, My husband is forever THE ONE WHO CONQUERS

And i, His bride, because He did it all for me,


(Roman 8:27 - No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us)